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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Landline

Landline

We decide Nobilities aside Prescribe the ephemeral Feeling

Of being subject To dramatic glances, Their eyes, Electric blenders

As you succumb to the sweet, Sickly exchange, In your short black dress And your oily breath,

Flames inside your chest And beads of sweat along your palm I look for a loophole in oxygen While you push at furniture.

3 Comments So Far:

I love poetry ... and your site is sooooo easy to navigate - great simple design!! Stopping into follow and say hey from today's blog hop. Hope you can return the visit soon - I'd love a follow via GFC and Google+ Have a great day!! www.shaunanosler.blogspot.com

Loved it! Awesome choice in the pic goes very well with your poem! Great blog! I'm stopping by from the BHE blog hop! Hope you can take a minute to check out my blog! http://acostaeveli.blogspot.com/p/5-day-blog-hop.html Have a great weekend! :)